NARWHALS NARWHALS SWIMMING IN THE OCEAN
CAUSING A COMMOTION
BECAUSE THEY ARE SO AWESOME
PRETTY BIG AND PRETTY WHITE CAN BEAT A POLAR BEAR IN A FIGHT
LIKE AN UNDERWATER UNICORN
THEY’VE GOT A KICKASS FACIAL HORN
THEY ARE THE JEDI OF THE SEA
THEY’LL STOP CTHULHU EATING YE
things i would like to do:
- kiss your face
- kiss not your face
- see you smile always
- idk buy you things
- make you mac and cheese
- learn all your favourite songs
- tell you that u r a cutie
- have a sleepover without sleep u feel me
Outside the flakes drifted down as soft and silent as memory. The sight took Sansa back to cold nights long ago, in the long summer of her childhood.
She had last seen snow the day she’d left Winterfell. That was a lighter fall than this, she remembered. Robb had melting flakes in his hair when he hugged me, and the snowball Arya tried to make kept coming apart in her hands. It hurt to remember how happy she had been that morning. Hullen had helped her mount, and she’d ridden out with the snowflakes swirling around her, off to see the great wide world. I thought my song was beginning that day, but it was almost done.
The snow fell and the castle rose. It was only a castle when she began, but before very long Sansa knew it was Winterfell. Soon her gloves and her boots were crusty white, her hands were tingling, and her feet were soaked and cold, but she did not care.
The beautiful United States of America.
So glad this post exists
My sister was just like “pretty little liars? Why not ugly tall honest people?” And like two minutes later she shouted Abraham Lincoln